Zhao Zheng, who had been happy all night, slept until dawn with a stack of deed books in his arms, and the camp was so quiet that there was no rooster crow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But Wei Dingshi's fat hand was about to break the door, and he really wanted to leave him in Gucheng as an alarm clock.

The business of tens of thousands of taels of gold was negotiated, and Duanmuguo and other merchants hurried home to arrange the oil mill and manpower. Zhao Jichang stayed awake all night, flipping through the paper to see the secret recipe for oil extraction. How can a business worth tens of thousands of dollars be so simple, fry a few beans and flatten it.

Moreover, when Zhao Zheng invented oil extraction, the weather was sunny, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and at least there should be a lightning and thunder to help, announcing the birth of a strange thing that affects the lives of all people.

So he turned over and over all night, and transformed a fairy tale of soybean oil adventures, which roughly means that when he was a child, Zhao Zhengxiang found a cave when he was playing in the mountains, and was shocked when he saw an oil pool, and then an old fairy who didn't know how many thousand years old appeared to pass on his oil extraction skills and cooking.

It turned out that Zhao Zheng's skills were all taught by immortals, and the businessmen listened to Zhao Jichang's "exclusive revelation" when they had breakfast at the Gucheng Homeinn branch.

After eating and wiping it clean, the merchants left Gucheng and returned to their hometowns, but Zhao Zheng, a disciple of the immortal family, was still asleep and didn't know how to have sex with that immortal.

"Brother Zhao, hurry up, it's not good."

Turning over lazily, Zhao Zheng snorted out of his nose: "Is King Yan dead or is the prince dead?" ”

Wei Ding eats the black line, no matter how you say it, he is a scholar, and it is extremely rude to talk about the life and death of others behind his back.

"King Yan and Prince Dan are fine, but you... You're not so good. ”

"Hmm."

Zhao Zheng slowly got up, stretched his waist and put it on Wei Dingshi's shoulder and said, "It's not that King Yan wants to die, and it's not a big deal." In this way, Brother Wei, you go back and let your father Wang Chan be in you, worship me as the prime minister, we will gather for ten years, strengthen the army for ten years, and dominate the Central Plains in twenty years. ”

This time, Wei Ding's food was not good, so he sat up with a bone: "It's okay to dominate the world, but Brother Zhao, you will definitely be famous in the world in the future." ”

"Because I was worshiped by you as a prime minister."

"The defense of the country is small, and King Meng Zhou has pity on the temple, and he does not dare to wronged Brother Zhao. However, Brother Duanmu heard a story this morning, and Mr. Han, Zhao and Wei also heard this story, and they decided to preach it in the Xuegong Township Society after they went back to help Brother Zhao ascend to immortality. ”

"Where are they at this time?"

"I was out of town two hours ago."

Zhao Zheng sighed and sat on the bed, and said, "I still want an image endorsement fee, these guys slipped away fast enough." Say, they say where I found the soybean oil. ”

Wei Dingshi stared at Zhao Zheng with wide eyes, it seemed that it was not a rumor, Zhao Zheng was really a disciple of the Immortal Family, otherwise how could he be a prophet.

"Yoyo, look at your little eyes, they're about to pop out. Don't look at me like that, it's just a means of advertising and marketing, if I suddenly buy back such a novelty, I will make up a magical story in order to make the people accept it as soon as possible. ”

In his previous life, there were too many such story-based marketing, and Zhao Zheng went to the street to eat a bowl of rice noodles with inspirational talent and the happy life of his virtuous wife; There are touching stories of smart chefs who let the emperor eat hot rice as quickly as possible.

"Woo woo woo~"

Wei Dingshi stared for a long time, and suddenly cried, his two small eyes narrowed and were squeezed into two small holes by the fat on his face, and bean-sized tears flowed on the towering fat face.

"Brother Wei, but I'm ashamed of myself because I'm too smart. In fact, it doesn't have to be like this, since ancient times, the rich have relied on financial resources, and the poor have survived by mutations. ”

"Kimchi, what is it, is it delicious?"

Zhao Zheng is in the black line, when talking about life, you should be focused, don't go off topic casually, and the off-topic location is too concentrated, and you can contact it every time you eat.

"A side dish that tastes best with white porridge."

Zhao Zheng patted his head and said with a smile: "Yesterday, I wanted to invite Brother Wei to have a meal, and I didn't want to be disturbed by Brother Ji Chang, but today they happened to be here, so I might as well have a banquet for Brother Wei alone and taste that 'life'." ”

"I'll dress you."

Saying that, he took his pants and buttoned Zhao Zheng's head, and the two of you pushed me to refuse as if they were doing some kind of indescribable thing, but fortunately, there were no servants in the barracks.

Dressed neatly and washed up, Zhao Zheng went to the playground to run as usual, and Wei Dingshi was also forced to run with him, and finally stuck out his tongue and collapsed on the ground before stopping.

Looking at the shadow on the sundial, Zhao Zheng smiled and said to Wei Ding, who was paralyzed on the ground and did not move: "You must be sincere when you taste delicious food, Brother Wei looks like a dead dog, do you want to eat it?" ”

Patting the soil on his body, Wei Dingshi said with a bitter face: "What else are you going to do?" ”

"Rice washing."

Washing rice in the pot is a simple thing that every low-level person will do, but it is not a simple matter to find enough rice for 1,000 people to eat.

Wei Dingshi worked shirtless for half an hour, only to find that Zhao Zheng didn't work at all, and was lying in the kitchen drinking tea.

"I worked hard to wash rice according to the agreement, but Brother Zhao broke his promise and got fat, so he rested here."

It was discovered, but it was okay to be thick-skinned.

Zhao Zhengzheng said: "I have taught most of the practice of 'life' to Brother Wei, how can I say that I broke my promise, I told you to do it myself at the beginning." ”

Wei Dingshi tilted his head and thought for a while, indeed Zhao Zheng told him to teach him to make this dish by himself.

"Brother Zhao atoned for his sins, and he was rude. Please also ask Brother Zhao to teach me the rest of the steps. ”

Pulled over a wooden bucket, in which was placed Wei Ding's freshly washed rice, pointed to the pyre and said, "The fire should be strong, the water should be sufficient, and the brothers and I will wait for Brother Wei to serve the meal after half an hour." ”

"Brother Zhao, slow down, this... I want to learn how to cook, but now I just make white porridge. ”

"How is it white porridge, Brother Wei just has to do it, if there is anything unsatisfactory on the way, put on this clothes, and you will definitely be able to help Brother Wei cook good dishes."

He was dressed in tattered clothes, and there were only two pieces of cloth left in his sleeves, barely hanging down. The rancid smell that came out from time to time made Wei Dingshi frown frequently.

"Is it really that amazing?"

Wei Dingshi was suspicious, changed into the tattered clothes, squatted down and lit the fire to boil porridge.

After a long time, there was still thick smoke billowing out, and there was not a trace of flames. Zhao Zheng and Tao Yuan watched outside the house, Tao Yuan shook his head and said: "Why did this little fat man provoke you, why did you toss him so much, no matter how you say that he is also a son of a country." ”

"How can I say that I am tossing him, I am reforming him, and by the way, I will befriend Wei Jun. Wei Guo is located in the inner realm of the periphery, and Wei Jun has a good relationship with the Son of Heaven, and there is nothing wrong with many friends after all. ”

Tao Yuan called a firehead soldier to help light the fire, but he didn't believe that Zhao Zheng was just trying to make friends.

Half an hour later, the sun was already high in the southern sky, and Zhao Zheng and a group of soldiers sat on the long table regardless of size.

"Tell the firehead army, it's time to eat."

Wei Huo fought bravely to kill the enemy in Wuyang, and later gave up the reward to insure the People's Army in vain, but he was not a small captain of the personal guard, but also served as the disciplined captain of the People's Army. However, this is just a fictitious position, except for money and food, there is nothing else.

Discipline in the army says that meals must be eaten within a quarter of an hour. The Firehead came in with an iron pot, followed by a fat man in black rags, with two white marks on his face that made him look so funny.

"Brother Wei, sit next to me."

Zhao Zheng beckoned him over and personally served him a big bowl of porridge, Tao Yuan pushed over a plate of pickles, and Tian Shimu handed over a soup spoon.

Wei Dingshi passively accepted all this, not wanting to chew and swallow slowly, but also learning to drink porridge and eat vegetables in large gulps.

When a quarter of an hour came, the soldiers left, leaving only Zhao Zheng to stay with him, and he was still holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, but he couldn't eat it.

"If you can't eat it, don't force it, you've already drunk six bowls."

"No, this is the porridge I made after working hard to make a fire, why don't you let me drink it."

Like a child, he pouted his head and took a big sip, and there was really no room in his stomach, and he almost squirted.

"The pickles are gone, serve another plate."

Zhao Zheng was holding a plate of pickles, and Wei Dingshi asked: "Is the food you eat in the army so bitter, a bowl of white porridge and a plate of pickles." ”

"No, it's usually meaty, but today in order to teach you how to make a fire, I temporarily wronged the brothers."

"Life"

Wei Dingshi muttered to himself, tears flowed down again, and said: "What a delicious dish, I have never eaten as happy as today." ”

Sandwich pickles, and raise your neck for the seventh bowl of porridge.

Wei Ding wiped his mouth and said, "I'm going back, back to Chengpu Wei Palace." I had never really spent a day there in all the years I had been away from home, but my father was always sitting in the cold palace.

I think it's finally time to repay him all these years, and the 'life' that Brother Zhao taught me today is the best gift I have given to my father. ”

"Wei Ding's food is gone, thank you Brother Zhao for your hospitality."

Looking at the fat man's dark face, Zhao Zheng smiled and watched him leave.